I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. And for the first time I indulge in the living proof of what a truly dedicated pop punk acolyte’s dream would be; the band Title Fight’s album Hyperview. Atmospheric whammy bars and gentle vocals drowned in a bittersweet unique melodic post hardcore delicacy catch me off guard. Irresistibly surrendering self-awareness to this explicit work of “guitar music” comes very easily as grooves and rhythms come and go calmly from the speakers, sending me in to an instant recollection of all times rebellious. The destination of this album soars without gravity in an aim that can only be described as monumental.